"Won't You Please Stay For Christmas, Santa Claus?" Jeff Daniels

My best friend Mike’s got a brand new bikeAnd he rides it day and nightWhen I walk to school he roars on by mePolishin’ his light

And Johnny’s gotta Wall Mounted TV Screenand a cell phone that sings And this kid named DanHe can barely standUnderneath the weight of all that bling

Timmy’s got the brand new XBox gameAnd Tommy got a Paint Ball GunAnd Tammy’s got an American Girlthat she swears can tan in the sun

Now I don’t mean to sound greedy or overly needy And I sure don’t wanna step outta line But since it’s that time of yearHow ‘bout some holiday cheer for Me, Myself, and Mine?

So won’t you please stay for Christmas, Santa Claus?Have a plate of turkey with some cranberry sauceWe can talk about your reindeerOr the weather at the PoleAnd after pie we can sit by my Yuletide FireAnd watch the Hula Bowl

And I can pour the eggnog And you can pop the cornand we can read from my listAbout the things that you’ve missedOn previous Christmas morns

So won’t you please stay for Christmas, Santa ClausPretty pleaseit would be-my-all-time-coolest-ever-Christmasif you and I could shoot the breeze

Me, me, me, meMe, me, me, meMe, me, me, meMeeee!

"Sir if I may say, just for the recordI’m a big fan of mistletoeI love my neighbors more than myselfEspecially when there’s lots of snowBut at the end of the year as the Big Day draws nearIt’s hard to give when you don’t receiveI don’t mean to cause a panic or be overly dramatic But this year’s the Mother of all Xmas Eves"

So I'll be stayin’ up late so I can see for myselfWhat the Weather Man has to sayAnd I’ll be crossin’ my heart and hopin’ to dieThat the night’ll be as clear as dayAnd then I’ll run like heck into my backyardWith a flashlight in my handIt may be cold as a bitchBut I’ll keep flickin’ my switchSo Rudolph will know where to land

So won’t you please stay for Christmas, Santa Claus?Have a plate of turkey with some cranberry sauceWe can talk about your reindeerOr the weather at the PoleAnd after pie we can sit by my Yuletide FireAnd watch the Hula Bowl

And I can pour the eggnog And you can pop the cornand we can read from my listAbout the things that you’ve missedOn previous Christmas morns

it would be-my-all-time-coolest-ever-Christmasif you and I could shoot the breeze

it would be-my-all-time-coolest-ever-Christmasif you and I . . . could shoot . . . the breeze